[ @kestiis continued from here ]
ANGER. FEAR. LOSS. GRIEF.
Heavy breaths wracked the boy’s small frame as he wrapped his arms around himself in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He couldn’t move – couldn’t muster the strength to push himself to his feet. He doubted his legs would support him even if he did manage it. It was like he’d been punched in the gut and all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.
The emotions he currently felt were not his own but they were suffocating him all the same. A wave of raw emotion had crashed over him and knocked him from his feet. It was so overwhelming he could barely breathe. He just wanted to shrink away – wanted it all to stop because it wasn’t fair. He couldn’t control it. He couldn’t pick and choose when he could sense what he’d been told were Force Echoes and the ability was so rare that none of the Order really knew how to deal with him.
Not even Master Yoda possessed Psychometry. It wasn’t something that could be learned but young Cal Kestis had been born with the ability all the same and it had only grown stronger as he grew and became more attuned to the Force.
One day it might be a useful ability but for now it was just a burden.
It was too quiet. He knew that for certain. Even though Amara had taken Issa out into the city to gather supplies, still there should have been something besides the silence. Perhaps Cal laughing at something in a holovid. Or the sound of him tinkering with some of the loose parts Gav keeps in the little shared workshop. Or, even more likely, the boy trying to parkour through the cargo hold again.
Instead, there is complete silence, and that cues Gavril that something is very wrong.
He gets up from his desk in his room and goes down the steps to the conference room and then down the other steps to the cargo hold.
With no sign of the boy there, he proceeds through the little hallway and knocks at the door of Issa and Cal’s shared room.
“Cal…? You in there?”
